My actress wife Su Youtian

Chapter 87 Luo Shiqing's complexion is getting uglier

Shen Yan has seen Qin Sang play the piano.

Qin Sang is left-handed, and her habits of writing and playing the piano are different from others.

This piano was specially customized by Shen Yan according to Qin Sang's habits.

Shen Yan has been thinking of finding an opportunity to give it to her.

No, until Qin Sang died, he didn't find a chance to send it out.

The appearance of this piano looks nothing special, but there are many things inside.

Apart from Qin Sang himself, I'm afraid no one will use it.

But right now, Lin Sang not only knows how to play it, but also plays it very well. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as amazing.

Seeing that there was something wrong with everyone's expressions, Huo Yunyi slowly released his hands covering his ears.

Huo Yunyi was stunned for a moment when the sound of the piano came to his ears.

Immediately, pointing at Lin Sang with disbelief on his face, he asked Huo Yuncheng: "Brother, did that woman Lin Sang really play it?"

"Maybe?" Huo Yuncheng also felt strange.

Obviously last time her piano sound was very hot.

How could he have made so much progress in such a short period of time.

"This is not a professional eighth level, it's clearly a professional tenth level, okay?" a son exclaimed.

Another son echoed: "Although I don't know music, it sounds really comfortable."

Luo Yifan was obsessed with his face: "It really sounds good, even better than Brother Yan's playing."

Shen Yan was born as a singing and dancing idol, and his singing and dancing ability is among the best in the country. He has a lot of wife fans, most of whom are rich ladies.

Luo Yifan held one and stomped the other, and some girls at the scene were unhappy, "She plays pretty well, but comparing her to Brother Yan is a bit insulting."

Another girl also said: "That's right, at her level, Brother Yan can't match a single finger, and he plays better than Brother Yan."

"You can't say that. Her level is really good."

"Who are you..." The two girls just wanted to curse.

Turning to see the speaker's face, they were all surprised and speechless.

It turned out that the visitor turned out to be the flower of the imperial capital, Ling Wei, the eldest lady of the Ling family.

Ling Wei is a well-known beauty in Sijiu City, who is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Sijiucheng wanted the rich second generation who chased her to go around Sijiucheng.

But these rich second generations just think about it, no one dares to really chase her.

Because everyone knows that the Ling family and the Huo family are family friends, and Ling Wei and Huo Yuncheng are childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

Although the two families didn't say it clearly, everyone in Sijiucheng knew that Ling Wei was going to marry into the Huo family sooner or later.

Therefore, no one would dare to snatch Huo Yuncheng's women.

"Sister Weiwei, is she really that good at playing?" A girl asked.

Ling Wei: "Well, it's pretty good, at least professional level ten."

"Ten...tenth level?"

Several girls looked at each other, and they all saw shock in each other's eyes.

However, because Ling Wei is an internationally renowned pianist and has won numerous awards.

So she said tenth level, no one dared to doubt Lin Sang's level.

But, they still find it incredible.

Piano grade [-], is this the idiot Linsang they knew?

"Sister Weiwei, why are you here?"

Unlike their second-generation ancestors, Ling Wei is a real lady of every family.

Ling Wei, like Huo Yuncheng, would never attend the gatherings of their second generation ancestors.

Seeing Ling Wei, Huo Yunyi was too surprised.

"It's your birthday, of course I want to come."

Ling smiled, and took a seat next to Huo Yuncheng, holding her skirt lightly.

"Are you sure?" Huo Yunyi gave Ling Wei a suspicious look, obviously not believing her words.

He celebrates his birthday every year, but every time he invites her, she is either on the plane or at an international competition, and she is busy anyway.

But when he turned his head and saw his own brother, Huo Yunyi suddenly understood.

Bah, bah, the relationship is here specially for his brother.

There was a good show.

Lin Sang continued to play, and after the soothing prelude, the passionate sound of the piano filled the entire banquet hall.

Immersed in the sound of the piano, no one at the scene spoke.

Everyone looked in Lin Sang's direction either consciously or unconsciously.

Luo Shiqing's face became more and more ugly.

The anxiety of being surpassed and even crushed by Lin Sang swept over again.

(End of this chapter)